My eyes wandered round the garret. A mouse had stolen out of some cranny and was examining the room. He seemed unaware of my presence, for he sat solemnly in the middle of the floor with his tail curved like a sickle and proceeded to preen himself, till some unwitting movement of mine startled him and he scampered to his hole. Slowly the minutes passed, then I heard movements in the kitchen beneath me. I knew that the day might be a difficult one for me, for sometime during its course I had to explain to the master of the house how I came to be disguised in the garb of the minister. My tale was a plain enough one, and I thought it would not be hard to clear myself of any suspicion of having had a hand in his death; but I could not be sure. Kind though my succourers had been, I knew that they were likely to be distrustful of one who had once been a trooper. The minister had been their friend, and it was but natural that they should feel his death keenly and be all too ready to suspect me of complicity in bringing it about. I determined to tell the tale simply, and I trusted that my words would carry conviction. If not, what then? I knew the fanatic spirit with which the hill-folk were sometimes charged. Would the master of the house, in his wrath, lay hands upon me and wring the life from my body? The evil, uncharitable thought was crushed down. They had shown me such love in the hours of my weakness that they were hardly likely to sacrifice me to their suspicions now. As I pondered, the trap-door was raised, and, bearing my breakfast, the master of the house entered the garret. "Hoo are ye the day?" he asked. "Better, I thank you, much better;--I owe my life to you and yours;--I shall never be able to repay you." He set the food upon the stool before he answered. "Ye’re gey gleg wi’ your tongue. Naebody was talkin’ aboot payin’. Haud your wheesht, and sup your parritch. I jalouse ye need them. Later on I’ll be comin’ up for a crack. There’s a wheen things that are no’ clear in my min’. The thing lies here: hoo did ye come by the minister’s claes and his Bible?" and he looked at me with a steely glance, that, had I not been guiltless, would have covered me with confusion. "I am ready," I said, "to tell you the whole story as soon as you are ready to listen." "Weel," he answered, "I’m comin’ back sune," and he went to the trap-door and descended, closing it behind him. I made a hearty meal and was pleased to discover my strength was coming back to me. When I had finished I must have dropped into a sleep, from which I was wakened by hearing footsteps in the room once more. The man had returned, and under his arm he was carrying a bundle of heather, while in his hand there was a mass of wool. He knelt beside my bed and, turning up the blankets, said: "Afore we begin to talk I think I’d better see aboot this leg o’ yours."